Sitting Alone on Jingtingshan – Li Bai

In the distance, a flock of birds flying high Above, a lonely cloud drifts idly by Fondly looking (相看) at each other, neither one growing tired, And all there is, is Jingtingshan. Beauty is its own reward Have we not all experienced the glory of nature, a mesmerizing view of the Grand Canyon, the spectacular…

River Snow

I confess to being fascinated by the imagery in Liu Zongyuan poem River Snow (elsewhere I and others have used the translation Sn0w Covered River, but now I question its accuracy).   A thousand mountains and not a bird to be seen. The wintry landscape is smooth and pristine. And there in a boat on…

Goose, goose, goose

A seven year old boy writes a poem about a squawking goose paddling in a pond. 鹅 鹅 鹅曲项向天歌白毛浮绿水红掌拨清波 咏鹅, 骆宾王 Goose, goose, gooseNeck bent, singing to the skyWhite feathers floating on green waterRed feet paddling through the waves Singing Swan, Luo Binwang Luo Binwang One of the first poems learned by Chinese children, Ode…